My husband peed on my wedding dress the night of our wedding.

So, I (28F) met my husband (30M) at college. We’ve basically been together ever since (almost 9 years now, with about 6 of those years being long distance).<br> <br>One of the things we always fought about (and I should really say **one of the things I complained about**) was how he peed. But not just how he peed, **why** he peed. And how much.<br> <br>He literally pees *all. the. time*. When he wakes up, before he goes to bed, after he eats, before he eats, sometimes mid meal (this one always really pissed me off tbh), whenever. I’d say it’s normal to go to the bathroom once an hour at most. Our bodies are pretty good at conserving water. But I swear, every time I turned around he was always standing by the bathroom sink, peeing. To the point that it genuinely made me wonder if he was diabetic and didn’t know. He does have other health issues. But every time I brought it up, he got angry.<br> <br>Anyway, he doesn’t like to fly. So, when we were finally able to live in the same city (where I am originally from) we decided not to travel for our wedding. Instead, we rented out a tiny wedding venue, hired some catering, and a photographer. It was very nice (we were thinking on spending around $7k, but ended up spending about $13k).<br> <br>So, the venue we rented out was quite small. Including our bridemaids and groomsmen, there were about 70 people there. It was nice, intimate. We even got to have it on the beach. The whole thing was really, really nice. <br> <br>The best man (my husband’s best friend) was drinking quite a bit. To the point that, at one time, he accidentally locked himself in the bathroom that was inside our reception hall. We didn’t really notice he was gone at first because there was a wedding going on in the venue next door, and we figured he went to hang out over there for some reason.<br> <br>After about 20 minutes or so, my husband went in to check on him (he hadn’t answered any calls or texts).<br> <br>And then, I got a call from my husband’s number.<br> <br>At first, I was like, “Why is he calling me? Oh, I guess he thinks I’m one of the groomsmen or something,” and I answer, and he tells me they need me in the bathroom for a minute.<br> <br>I walk in, and the best man is hanging onto the sink for dear life, putting his full weight on it, and my husband is behind him, holding him up by the waist.<br> <br>And it finally registered that the best man was puking his guts out in the sink, all over the faucet.<br> <br>And my husband was saying we need to get him outside.<br> <br>And usually I’d be like “oh, why are you so stupid and got this drunk,” but it was actually pretty funny. At one point, the best man tried to stand up straight and almost fell over onto the tile floor.<br> <br>They were both so focused on what they were doing they hadn’t even noticed my dress.<br> <br>And it was pretty dirty. We got a lot of that sick in my dress.<br> <br>It took us about three hours to get that stain out, and even then, it was still there—just not noticeable unless you really looked.<br> <br>I joked that I was going to tell our kids the stain was from when their father peed on my dress at the wedding, just to teach him a lesson, but he’s still butthurt about it.<br> <br>But hey, at least he doesn’t pee all the time anymore.